Lyrics:
After you, your man'll get scarred next
And if your squad flex
I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz
A TEC-9 is my utensil
Fillin' niggas with so much lead
the numbers?
How much did you sell?
What's the radio spins?
How much shampoo can you sell with
Your face on it and shit?"
Remind me again why we in this shit?
can take that L to the head
Cuz' you knowing damn well you just heard what I said nigga
I said cash out, cash out
Imma make a rich nigga cash out
Bring
around like ma tattoos
I am the big baboon
Banana clip make u dance like Michael
Y’all know I’m the Sh*t, prune juice
You never know what it is that
say she's black
She's the kind of girl that make your knees go crack
Feel the beat, rock with me
Let me tell you what I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC
beginning with F (what?)
Fuckboys doing up net (fuckboys)
Talking real (real)
We're the last ones left (the last)
Suck your mudda (hh)
I said it with
I am an O-UT-KAST
So get up off your ass
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need
I am an O-UT-KAST
So get up off your ass
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git
make me have to fly my iTunes
So much people buy into my hype
Don't make me have to buy my hype too
Dealt with the big homie already
Don't make me have
age
Is to be a good girl, remember what I say
You make 'em wait, and pick your dates
Woah oh make 'em wait, pick your dates
Before you make a big
booty
You big fine just juicy
Oh you Jasmine
By the end of the night I'm gonna know what you like
I can show you the world put this pole in your life
Oh
where your feed at
{Gunshot}
I'm tryna get paid, fuck that beef, you can keep that
Big blunts make you lean back (Fat Joe)
House in the hills, I
is what you make of it
And I'm makin' a lot of it
See that's a quadruple entendre
Jay Z eat your heart out
Joell Ortiz, Brooklyn, New York
But
sight tonight's the night to get hyped
And fight for what's wrong, fuck what's right!
And by the way, my name is Dre
So listen up motherfucker to what I
sound which is the champion sound
Believe, believe
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo
They bugged out, yo (blaow-blaow)
So watch her, watch her, she look good (yeah, yeah-ayy)
Check it deep (eh, ayy)
Just watch what she do to your mind,
to do work
I'm more sincerer
Than truly yours
I could ford the river cause
I been thru the worst
Paid dues so I came to break through and
Take what I do
they're so cheap
Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called cum, who the man?
While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head (come
they're so cheap
Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called cum, who the man?
While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head (come
on this lyrical high real quick
1993 exoticness, know what I'm sayin'?
Let's get technical, where's your bone at?
Get up on that shit, aight?
Yo
it do? You can call me Dogg
Let me just check your sheet
No problem, sir, let me just say
I'm a big fan of the shit that y'all make
I can't lie, I been
and a big Loui Vuitton Bag
Take it, easy girl Slide to the side and make a twirl
Baby, i like your curls
I like the way that your moving girl
Money gon come
[T.I. & Big Kuntry]
Yeah
Yeah
Come on (Hey)
PSC, Uh
(Y'all niggas) What (Y'all niggas)
What Pimp Squad shortay
What you know about them
What
Holla watch me (skirrrt)
When I pass
I'm buring rubber in your yard
Diggin up ya grass
Drag racin four fifty four
That's what make it fast
[T.I.]
I hit
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